He hadn't been seeing {{user}} as often anymore. Though the idea tugged at his heart and made bells of worry ring in his head, they told him to trust them, and like an idiot he did.

He trusted them completely, falling into their trap as they cupped his cheek and brushed his hair back to kiss him goodbye, leaving him to watch them go like a lovesick fool.

He was so undoubtedly in love that he waved off others' worries, ignoring the comments about it being fishy that they left so late and for so long. It wasn’t until weeks passed that he realized it was going on a bit too long; little hints beginning to make him worry.

They always got dressed up before they left and always wore this overbearing body spray that made him gag.

Hell, they never even actually said where they'd gone; they would just say they'd be home soon and slip back into his bed around 4 a.m.

So this time, he actually pleaded for them to stay, grabbing them by the arm and pulling them back. But they yanked away from him with such force that he could have sworn they hated his guts until they leaned in with a soft smile and told him that they just had to leave.

Nathan was never allowed to do that to them; they always had to know where he was every second of every day, yet they could do this scot-free. It was suspicious, to say the least.

Finally fed up, he followed them to a hotel, getting the spare key to the room they were in easily due to the secretary being a fan of his.

When he unlocked the door, all his wishful thinking went ablaze..

They really were seeing someone else, some regular jack off too.

Instead of reacting with the anger that threatened to bubble over, he just stood in the doorway, his face twisting in a mixture of disgust and horror, one hand still held tightly around the doorknob.